Do you ever have a day where you feel suspended? Just drifting, floating, swaying. You do not feel grounded. It is as if you’re part of another reality. You’re physically present, but mentally absent – elsewhere. You cannot seem to focus on the here and now, but instead keep sliding off the map, your thoughts straying to somewhere you yourself don’t even recognize. You’ve become “spacey” or perhaps distracted, but you feel as if it’s deeper than that somehow. Like you forgot why you were alive. You’ve suddenly lost your packaged, compartmentalized definitions of who you are as a person. You feel, shall we say, lost at sea. How do you remedy this strange, indefinable feeling… or is it a lack of feeling? How do you find your way again? Imagine a ship. Big ship – little ship – cruise ship – pirate ship – whatever you like. Imagine that someone comes aboard the ship and hoists a huge, heavy anchor overboard. It sinks to the bottom of the water, finding its way to the sandy floor and settling among the reefs and reeds. As you know, an anchor’s one job is to keep a ship grounded, from drifting. But say a gust of wind comes, blowing our ship from its original resting place, its safe harbor. But even with this wind, the ship can only go so far because it is anchored. The rope keeping the anchor tied to the ship becomes taut, keeping the ship secure. The ship is your soul. The person who comes aboard is Jesus Christ. The anchor that he throws overboard is hope. The winds of this life will send your soul into places it cannot understand. We are not in any way promised a perfect life free of storms. However, the drifting can only go on for so long before that rope gets tight, and you feel a tug – a tug of hope. A hope that puts you in remembrance of who you truly are – your identity as a child of God. You are here for a purpose. – Ephesians 2:10 God is steadfast, and He has not left you or forsaken you. – Deuteronomy 31:6 He has a plan for you, and knows the bigger picture. – Jeremiah 29:11 The more time we spend in fellowship with Jesus, the shorter that line between us and hope will be. And we don’t have to reach for that hope, or drift for too long before that rope becomes taut again. That tug of hope is what will keep us going. Stay anchored!
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 22:31:44 +0000